The sun was already warm when I trotted down the track with the rubbish bags this morning. It was glistening off the grass, bejewelled by…
Category: Cooking
Personally I fail to see any special significance in the tearing-off of any sheet on the calendar – it’s just a totally arbitrary numbering system…
Here we are again, eleven years in this time. Happy Anniversary, my dear Mr L. It seems but yesterday that we were shivering in the…
Make no bones about it, I am a self-confessed Masterchef addict. We have no TV but I make sure that I prioritise Masterchef whenever I…
Mr L is out in the garden again. Yesterday he finished the tidying job that we started a couple of weeks ago and today he…
I have eaten approximately four onion bhajis too many. You don’t need to know that, but it is my excuse for sitting here without moving.…